Amber McLachlan
Bio
Welcome to my imagination! My goal is for your mind to fall deep into my fictional stories, reminisce on particular childhood memories and connect common souls with my heartfelt poetry.
Stories (5/0)
Surviving is not living
It's five A.M. I'm sitting in bed, with a t-shirt pulled up to my collarbone, a baby suckling away at his milk and goosebumps arriving on my bare legs that got caught in the lingering cool morning air. Every night, countlessly, my husband tends to do what I like to call a 'tuck-and-roll', where he will grab the sheets and completely wrap himself into a cocoon, made of what is supposed to be our shared blanket. Hence, the goosebumps on my skin.
By Amber McLachlan3 years ago in Motivation
Bericodia
My eyes snapped open as I felt the water beneath our floating yacht begin to grumble and rock my hammock from side to side. Normally, I would close my eyes again to resume a well-needed slumber, as being a new mother in the middle of the world ending had proven to be exhausting, however, the cracking of the thunder in the distance began to make my palms slippery with sweat and I was instantly awake.
By Amber McLachlan3 years ago in Fiction
